Wanting Is--What?

Wanting is--what? Summer redundant, Blueness abundant, --Where is the blot? Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same --Framework which waits for a picture to frame; What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with naught they embower! Come then, complete incompletion, O comer, Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer! Breathe but one breath Rose-beauty above, And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love!